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A Dried and Fragile Flower
by louis gander A dried and fragile flower, I - hold close to broken heart that cries in fervent, heavy tears so Godly peace would start. It's from my mama's funeral. Yes, dried, completely dead - and though it's fragile, I hold close ...to what she always said. --- "So many people want to bloom and live life their own way - While stems are often hidden, they hold up the whole bouquet. "Beware of pride's deception! That's what the Bible warns in Obadiah One, verse three. Be careful with those thorns. "Not one small single flower blooms without the narrow stem - so treat folks how you'd like to be - be treated back by them. "Affect the different colored rose - and do not them, reject. Remember, a good Christian has deep love and great respect." Now everybody loved my mom - 'cause she loved everyone. Though poor, was always giving more - as if she'd just begun. And mom was very patient too. For years she went without. Yet joy was heard in all her prayers. With that, there was no doubt. Her words were like this flower here. And I had always tried - to comprehend her fragile words she left before she died. --- A dried and fragile flower, I - hold close to broken heart that cries in fervent, heavy tears so Godly peace would start. It's from my mama's funeral. Yes, dried, completely dead - and though it's fragile, I hold close ...to what she always said. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |